perfect sense
roommates make the best friends and sometimes, a little more.
perfect sense
A bed is a bed and a room is a room and this is why Sungjong doesn't give much thought to waking up in Seoul (the dorm) and sixteen hours later, falling asleep in Osaka (Hotel Nikko, Room 520).
It's not the same for Sunggyu hyung, who turns up to the makeup room with smudges so dark under his eyes the makeup noonas sigh in both pity and exasperation as they blend three different concealers and brightening pigments into his skin.
"Didn't sleep well, hyung?" Myungsoo asks, and Sunggyu just sighs in reply.
They're in Tokyo today (Hotel Nippon, Room 312, bed on the right) and Sungjong finds Sunggyu standing in a corner, during their break. There's an empty bottle of water in his hand.
Sungjong walks up to him wordlessly and pushes his own bottle into Sunggyu's grip, eliciting a weary smile from him.
"Don't you need this?"
Sungjong shakes his head. "I'm not thirsty. I would offer you coffee, except I don't think we have time to buy any. Or a lemon candy."
Sunggyu's smile widens as he drinks and soon the bottle is empty. "I don't know how you do it."
"Do what?"
"Adapt to all these sleeping arrangements."
I have Hoya hyung, Sungjong thinks, but that's not a secret Sunggyu wants--or needs to hear.
"-And I felt so sorry for Sunggyu hyung because it didn't look like my bottle of water helped much," Sungjong finishes, chewing on his bottom lip.
The bed on his left creaks as Hoya shifts in it. The room is steeped in darkness.
"You tried your best to help. That's good enough."
"I guess," Sungjong sighs as he pulls the blanket tighter around himself.
"Hey, don't worry about it, okay? Sunggyu hyung is old enough to take care of himself," Hoya says, and his voice is as smooth and soothing as the cool sheets beneath his back. "And don't tell me you need someone to cuddle you to sleep and tell you everything is all right."
"Hyung! I'm nineteen, not nine. But I wouldn't mind the hug." A long silence follows and Sungjong laughs. "Goodnight, hyung."
Sungjong wakes up to a blaring alarm coming from Hoya's corner of the room and he groans, trying to shift over to ask him to fling it against the wall when he realises he can't move.
It’s then that he notices the hands wrapped around his waist. Sungjong is glad Hoya is still asleep, because he is sure the way his cheeks flush so brightly would wake all the hyungs up with its heat, all those rooms away.
"Hyung, you've kissed someone before, right?"
It's their last night in Tokyo.
"Yup."
"...How was it?"
"Honestly, it was a long time ago," Hoya says after a beat. "But I really liked her so it had to be nice."
"Sometimes I wished I debuted later, so I could have a chance at being a real teenager."
"But you're living your dream, and that's just a small price to pay."
"I know," Sungjong replies quietly. "But i still wonder, and sometimes it keeps me awake."
"Are you nervous?"
"About what?"
"Your first kiss."
"I--" Sungjong starts but suddenly there's someone crouching down next to his bed and it's Hoya on his knees. It's way too dark but Sungjong can just make out the hazy details of Hoya's face, eyes staring intently at him. "Hyung."
"You're nervous."
I really like you and what keeps me awake is not my first kiss but yours because it wasn't me and I really like you hyung and that's what makes me nervous-
And then Hoya kisses him, lips pressed firmly against his and Sungjong forgets how to breathe.
"Now you won't be so nervous the next time around," Hoya says, pulling away slightly, and Sungjong can see the white gleam of teeth in the dark as he grins.
It’s been almost a week since they’ve been back in Seoul and with their comeback a mere four days away, Sungjong hasn’t had the luxury of trying to read between Hoya’s actions and intentions (if any). Hoya still asks him if there’s anything he wants to talk about, but Sungjong figures it’s more out of courtesy than want. They’re both so tired Sungjong can barely manage a ‘Goodnight, hyung’ before giving into sleep.
Today is slightly different because Sungjong can’t sleep because he can hear Hoya shifting in the bed below: it’s already been half an hour since they’ve been in allowed to go to sleep.
“Hyung?”
“Hmm?”
Sungjong props himself up to look over the wooden separator, to speak to the floor. “Are you okay? You sound restless.”
“I can’t sleep.”
Sungjong wants to roll his eyes because sometimes Hoya can be so unhelpful. He is already halfway down the ladder when he asks why before crawling into the space the foot of Hoya’s bed. He tucks his knees against his chest as Hoya shifts to make more room for him.
“There’s this person I like.”
Sungjong inhales at the exact moment Hoya exhales loudly. “Oh,” he says.
“Yeah, I know. It’s stupid. And distracting, because I should be concentrating on the comeback and not things like this.”
“It’s only natural; it’s not your fault if you feel this way.” I know how it feels would relate better, but he doesn’t feel like telling Hoya about his inappropriate dreams or spending countless minutes trying to read into his every action. There are still some secrets he can keep to himself.
“What do you think I should do?”
Sungjong laughs and he tries to mask it by coughing into the back of his hand. “Hyung, do you really want to ask the person with absolutely no experience in this area?”
“Yes,” Hoya replies and the absolute trust in his word makes Sungjong tremble.
“Well,” he starts, “I think should try to gauge how she feels. Like watch her reactions to you, but not in an overly creepy way. Be subtle and work from there.”
Hoya is quiet and Sungjong starts to dig his toe into Hoya’s mattress, the nervousness morphing into a churning sort of helplessness because it’s not fair. Not fair that he likes Hoya; it’s not fair that Hoya can just kiss him and move on with some other girl. It’s not fair that he can’t have Hoya.
“Sungjong, who said anything about a girl?” And Hoya starts laughing as he sits up and threads his fingers with Sungjong’s and before Sungjong can deal with the situation, Hoya is pulling him in and they are kissing.
And well, Hoya is wrong because he's definitely just as nervous this time around as his heart thuds embarrassingly loudly, beneath Hoya's skittering fingers.
//haru hana magazine
perfect sense
A bed is a bed and a room is a room and this is why Sungjong doesn't give much thought to waking up in Seoul (the dorm) and sixteen hours later, falling asleep in Osaka (Hotel Nikko, Room 520).
It's not the same for Sunggyu hyung, who turns up to the makeup room with smudges so dark under his eyes the makeup noonas sigh in both pity and exasperation as they blend three different concealers and brightening pigments into his skin.
"Didn't sleep well, hyung?" Myungsoo asks, and Sunggyu just sighs in reply.
They're in Tokyo today (Hotel Nippon, Room 312, bed on the right) and Sungjong finds Sunggyu standing in a corner, during their break. There's an empty bottle of water in his hand.
Sungjong walks up to him wordlessly and pushes his own bottle into Sunggyu's grip, eliciting a weary smile from him.
"Don't you need this?"
Sungjong shakes his head. "I'm not thirsty. I would offer you coffee, except I don't think we have time to buy any. Or a lemon candy."
Sunggyu's smile widens as he drinks and soon the bottle is empty. "I don't know how you do it."
"Do what?"
"Adapt to all these sleeping arrangements."
I have Hoya hyung, Sungjong thinks, but that's not a secret Sunggyu wants--or needs to hear.
"-And I felt so sorry for Sunggyu hyung because it didn't look like my bottle of water helped much," Sungjong finishes, chewing on his bottom lip.
The bed on his left creaks as Hoya shifts in it. The room is steeped in darkness.
"You tried your best to help. That's good enough."
"I guess," Sungjong sighs as he pulls the blanket tighter around himself.
"Hey, don't worry about it, okay? Sunggyu hyung is old enough to take care of himself," Hoya says, and his voice is as smooth and soothing as the cool sheets beneath his back. "And don't tell me you need someone to cuddle you to sleep and tell you everything is all right."
"Hyung! I'm nineteen, not nine. But I wouldn't mind the hug." A long silence follows and Sungjong laughs. "Goodnight, hyung."
Sungjong wakes up to a blaring alarm coming from Hoya's corner of the room and he groans, trying to shift over to ask him to fling it against the wall when he realises he can't move.
It’s then that he notices the hands wrapped around his waist. Sungjong is glad Hoya is still asleep, because he is sure the way his cheeks flush so brightly would wake all the hyungs up with its heat, all those rooms away.
"Hyung, you've kissed someone before, right?"
It's their last night in Tokyo.
"Yup."
"...How was it?"
"Honestly, it was a long time ago," Hoya says after a beat. "But I really liked her so it had to be nice."
"Sometimes I wished I debuted later, so I could have a chance at being a real teenager."
"But you're living your dream, and that's just a small price to pay."
"I know," Sungjong replies quietly. "But i still wonder, and sometimes it keeps me awake."
"Are you nervous?"
"About what?"
"Your first kiss."
"I--" Sungjong starts but suddenly there's someone crouching down next to his bed and it's Hoya on his knees. It's way too dark but Sungjong can just make out the hazy details of Hoya's face, eyes staring intently at him. "Hyung."
"You're nervous."
I really like you and what keeps me awake is not my first kiss but yours because it wasn't me and I really like you hyung and that's what makes me nervous-
And then Hoya kisses him, lips pressed firmly against his and Sungjong forgets how to breathe.
"Now you won't be so nervous the next time around," Hoya says, pulling away slightly, and Sungjong can see the white gleam of teeth in the dark as he grins.
It’s been almost a week since they’ve been back in Seoul and with their comeback a mere four days away, Sungjong hasn’t had the luxury of trying to read between Hoya’s actions and intentions (if any). Hoya still asks him if there’s anything he wants to talk about, but Sungjong figures it’s more out of courtesy than want. They’re both so tired Sungjong can barely manage a ‘Goodnight, hyung’ before giving into sleep.
Today is slightly different because Sungjong can’t sleep because he can hear Hoya shifting in the bed below: it’s already been half an hour since they’ve been in allowed to go to sleep.
“Hyung?”
“Hmm?”
Sungjong props himself up to look over the wooden separator, to speak to the floor. “Are you okay? You sound restless.”
“I can’t sleep.”
Sungjong wants to roll his eyes because sometimes Hoya can be so unhelpful. He is already halfway down the ladder when he asks why before crawling into the space the foot of Hoya’s bed. He tucks his knees against his chest as Hoya shifts to make more room for him.
“There’s this person I like.”
Sungjong inhales at the exact moment Hoya exhales loudly. “Oh,” he says.
“Yeah, I know. It’s stupid. And distracting, because I should be concentrating on the comeback and not things like this.”
“It’s only natural; it’s not your fault if you feel this way.” I know how it feels would relate better, but he doesn’t feel like telling Hoya about his inappropriate dreams or spending countless minutes trying to read into his every action. There are still some secrets he can keep to himself.
“What do you think I should do?”
Sungjong laughs and he tries to mask it by coughing into the back of his hand. “Hyung, do you really want to ask the person with absolutely no experience in this area?”
“Yes,” Hoya replies and the absolute trust in his word makes Sungjong tremble.
“Well,” he starts, “I think should try to gauge how she feels. Like watch her reactions to you, but not in an overly creepy way. Be subtle and work from there.”
Hoya is quiet and Sungjong starts to dig his toe into Hoya’s mattress, the nervousness morphing into a churning sort of helplessness because it’s not fair. Not fair that he likes Hoya; it’s not fair that Hoya can just kiss him and move on with some other girl. It’s not fair that he can’t have Hoya.
“Sungjong, who said anything about a girl?” And Hoya starts laughing as he sits up and threads his fingers with Sungjong’s and before Sungjong can deal with the situation, Hoya is pulling him in and they are kissing.
And well, Hoya is wrong because he's definitely just as nervous this time around as his heart thuds embarrassingly loudly, beneath Hoya's skittering fingers.
//haru hana magazine